Page 61 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

“I’m not going to kill you.” I took another drag from my cigarette.

“I want you to go back to the rest of your brothers and tell them what happened here. Make sure they know this is over. If they come back at us again, if they set foot anywhere near Paesano, retribution will be swift and severe. There will be no one left to send a message home next time.”

“I swear, I’ll tell them. Thank you!” he said, wiping the snot running out of his nose.

“Now fuck off,” Enzo snapped. “Before we reconsider.”

“And you go on foot,” Giacomo added. “Not on your bike.”

Wade didn’t argue. He sprinted down the dark street as fast as he could go, disappearing.

“Cesare,” I said. “Grab the gas cans. You and Tommaso douse the bikes and the bar. I want nothing left.”

As Cesare and Tommaso set to work with the gasoline, I turned to Enzo and Giacomo. “We can get the fuck out of here after we change clothes.”

The three of us stripped to our briefs and one of my men took our stained clothing over to the impending bonfire. When we were redressed, I slapped both Enzo and Giacomo on the back. “Grazie mille.”

“Prego, fratello,” Enzo said with an evil grin I knew well.

“This was fun,” Giacomo said, buckling his belt. “And if you learn we’ve underestimated the stupidity of these bikers, ring me. I’ll happily hop on a plane to New York and help you finish it.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

After we got back into the SUVs, we watched as Tommaso tossed a flaming lighter into a pool of the gasoline, which immediately enveloped the motorcycles in flames. Then the fire spread to the bar. Soon the entire scene would be a pile of ash.

Exactly as I’d planned.

Exhausted but wired, I climbed the stairs up into my jet. My body always reacted this way after violence, with a rush of adrenaline, and it usually took hours to calm down. I couldn’t wait to work out all this energy by fucking my woman senseless tonight.

Enzo and Giacomo trailed me up the metal steps. They would take the jet back to Toronto after dropping me and my men in Paesano. “Slow down, fratello,” Enzo called. “You’ll see her soon enough.”

“Hurry up, old man,” I said over my shoulder. “Or I will leave without you.”

I went into the cabin, ready to start barking orders for our departure, and promptly froze.

Maggie was sitting in one of the leather seats, legs crossed, champagne glass in her hand. Her mouth curled as she took in my shocked face. “Surprise,” she said, raising her flute in a toast.

My mind couldn’t take it in. Was she really here?

Then my sister filled my line of sight as she walked down the aisle. “I see everyone made it back in one piece.” Paloma kissed my cheeks, then eased past me to greet Giacomo and Enzo. “I take it your errand went smoothly.”

“What . . . ?” I shook my head as I strode toward Maggie. In three steps I had my arms around her, hugging her into my chest. My muscles relaxed, the noise inside my brain quieting as I breathed her in. Cazzo, I’d needed this. “How did you manage it?”

“Paloma,” she said, tipping her chin to stare up at me. “It was her idea.”

Turning, I searched for my sister and found her standing next to Enzo. Both of my siblings looked all too pleased with themselves. “You’re welcome,” Paloma said with a lift of a single eyebrow.

I squeezed Maggie’s waist, so grateful that she was here. “Grazie,” I told my sister. “Ti voglio bene.”

“Ti voglio bene, fratellone.” Paloma grabbed Enzo’s arm. “Now we’ll leave you two to it.”

“Wait, where are you going? Aren’t you flying back?”

Enzo shook his head. “I hired another private plane to take your men and Paloma to Paesano, then Buscetta and I will use it to return to Toronto. This one is all yours.”

The three of them disappeared through the exit, leaving me with just Maggie and the crew. “I can’t believe this,” I murmured as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was soft and sweet against me, exactly what I needed. “I’m very fucking glad to see you.”

“Paloma thought you might be. Something about violence making men horny.”

“That’s not why I’m glad to see you.”

Maggie nipped my jaw with her teeth. “Did you miss me today?”

“Of course. I couldn’t wait to get to Paesano to see you.’

“Signore D’Agostino,” the flight attendant interrupted. “Signorina Fiorentino. If you could both take your seats, we’ll be in the air shortly.”

I settled Maggie in a seat, then dropped down next to her. We buckled, then she reached over to clasp my hand tightly. Her thumb drew circles on my skin, her knees angled toward mine. “You’re okay? Everything went, you know, to plan?”

“Not a scratch on any of us. We’re fine.”

“Thank god. I was so worried. This is my first time with you going off to do your dirty work. I’m a dirty work virgin, I guess.”

Dai, this woman’s brain. Where did she think of these things? Lifting her hand to my mouth, I kissed the soft skin above her wrist. “You were a dirty work virgin. Not any longer.”

“True. I have to admit, it was good to have Paloma with me. She was calm and collected, looking flawless the whole time, so I figured everything was okay. She apologized to me, too.”

“Good. She’s my family and my consigliere, and you’re the most important person in my life. So you two need to get along.”

“I’ll try. She’s very protective of you, which I can understand. We actually have a lot in common, believe it or not. But seriously, give me the tea on her. Does she ever look rumpled or greasy? Because I’m having a hard time?—”

Leaning over, I caught her runaway mouth with mine.

I didn’t want to talk about my sister or the bikers or anything else.

I needed to feel this woman’s skin on me, the soft pull of her lips.

The plane began to move, wheels turning as we headed toward the runway, but I kept kissing her, my lips sliding over hers again and again.

I lost track of time. As our tongues dueled, my body hummed with anticipation, hunger clawing inside my veins, an addict craving another hit. I felt reckless. Feverish and unfettered.

Mine.

I was never letting this woman go. We would fight and fuck and laugh together until I took my last breath, and I would lay the world at her feet. I would walk through the deepest pits of Hell just to make her smile.

When we came up for air, Maggie was halfway to sitting in my lap, our legs tangled up. Panting, she reached down to stroke my cock through the fabric of my trousers. My eyes fell closed as lust raced through me. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“I think it’s time to revisit the idea of the mile high club. Don’t you?”

“There’s no bedroom on this plane.”

“But there’s a lavatory.”

I was contemplating the logistics of this when Maggie unbuckled my seat belt. “Come on,” she said. “Hurry.”

“You don’t mind?”

She stood and tugged on my hand. “Vito, we had sex in a mausoleum yesterday. A private bathroom on a private jet is a step up from that, believe me.”

As I rose, the flight attendant appeared in the aisle. I made sure to block my erection from her by standing behind Maggie. The attendant was pure professionalism as she asked, “Signore, signorina. Would you care for a drink or a light snack?”

Before I could answer, Maggie started dragging me toward the rear of the plane, “Nope. We’re going to the lavatory to have sex. So if you have earbuds, now would be a great time to put them in!”

The attendant appeared startled for a brief second, but then nodded. “I will. Thanks for the warning.”

Maggie pushed open the door and then we were both inside the lavatory. As I locked us in, she looked around at the high-end fixtures and the windows. “Holy shit. This is nicer than my bathroom at home. A shower? Jesus, Vito.”

I didn’t want to talk about the jet or the amenities. I lunged for her, crowding her against the sink as I held her hands above her head. I ground my hips into hers. “You ready to get fucked in here?”

“God, yes.”

I nuzzled her throat. “You know what I want. Beg me, angelo. Give me all the sweet words.”

“ Please , Vito,” she whispered, writhing against me. “Please, I’m dying for you. My pussy is so wet, so empty. I need you, baby.”

I nearly trembled, the rush was so heady. I released her hands and stepped back. “Get my cock out. Get me nice and hard.”

I expected her to quickly unbuckle me and grip my dick. What I didn’t expect was for her to drop to her knees and nuzzle my shaft through my trousers. I grabbed the towel bar to steady myself as I stared down at her. “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.”

She whimpered and continued to rub her nose and mouth on me, then she looked up at me, her eyes pleading. “Please, let me suck on you first.”

My hands flew to my belt and then I worked open the fastenings of my trousers. Shoving my pants and briefs down, I gripped the base of my cock and aimed toward her mouth. “Take me deep, angelo mio.”

She eased forward slightly and her tongue came out to flick my tip playfully, licking me. I was momentarily distracted by the sight of my girl on her knees, swiping my cock with her tongue like it was a delicious treat. I thought I needed in her throat, to dominate her, but this was much better.

I moved my dick out of her reach and she pouted. “Vito, no .”

“You want to keep tasting me, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

I gave her my dick again and was rewarded with more licks and nibbles along my shaft. She worshipped me with her mouth, my little devil showing me how good she could be. How needy, how loving. My pulse throbbed in my groin as it went on and on, my balls growing heavier.

Then I couldn’t take it anymore.

Reaching down, I pulled her to her feet. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”

“Really?” She seemed surprised. “Just from that?”

I didn’t have time to explain why I found everything about her so hot. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I would lose my fucking mind.

I spun her to face the sink and jerked on her leggings to bare her ass. “Bend over.” She lowered onto her elbows and shimmied her leggings down to her ankles. I swiped a finger through her slit and found her soaking. “Cazzo, that sight. I need to get inside you.”

“Hurry, amore.”

That word. Would I ever tire of hearing it from her lips?

I lined up and rocked my hips, scalding heat engulfing my cock as I entered her pussy. My knees went weak from the streaks of pleasure coursing through me, so I held onto her hips and paused, trying to hold back my orgasm. Madre di dio. It would be embarrassing to come this quickly.

She reached back and grabbed my arm. “God, Vito. Your dick is making me see stars. Start moving.”

I clenched my teeth and thrust all the way inside.

So tight. Fuck . My body took over then, my hips slamming into her ass again and again, my cock sawing in and out, the slick sounds of her pussy filling the tiny space.

I couldn’t see her face in the mirror, but she was making sexy noises in her throat every time I bottomed out.

Pulling out, I shoved my thumb inside her pussy to coat it in her juices.

As I began fucking her again, I spread the slickness around the pucker of her asshole.

I went around and around, then pressed the tip inside, stretching her.

I kept at it until my thumb was buried in her ass, my cock deep in her pussy.

Maggie threw her head back, gasping. “Oh, shit. Vito. I’m so full.”

“Rub your clit. Make yourself come, amore.”

She didn’t waste time. Her fingers circled her clit fast, with tight little movements, and I kept my thumb in her ass. She rocked her hips, encouraging me to move faster, but I kept a steady pace. Her body bucked a few times and I knew she was close. “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, god. Yes!”

Her muscles clamped down on me, strangling my cock, and I grunted. It was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer as heat shot through my groin, my balls, and out my dick. Jets of come erupted, pulses so strong they stole my breath. When I finally stopped, I sagged onto her back, panting. “Fuck.”

“Exactly how I feel. Wow.”

I pulled out and spun her around to face me. I needed to see her when I told her. Holding onto her hips like an anchor, I stared into her eyes and whispered, “I’ve never said the words to another woman and I never will. Only you are the other half of my rotted soul. Ti amo, angelo mio.”

Her expression softened, eyes welling up. “Stop making me cry. I love you, Vito. Ti amo, baby.”

She pressed up on her toes to kiss me, and I took advantage, showing her with my mouth and hands how much I adored her, how much I needed her.

This wasn’t passionate; this was a promise.

Our futures were every bit as entwined as the vines she tended, every bit as strong as the roots underground.

We would build a life together and I was never letting her go.

“I’m never letting you go,” I repeated, this time out loud.

Biting her lip, she gave me another emotional, teary look. “I’m afraid you’ll have to, because your come is running down my legs and I’d like to shower.”

“ Monella ,” I said, slapping one of her ass cheeks before I turned around to start the shower.

“What does that mean?”

“Brat.”

“Guilty.” She whipped off her t-shirt and stood before me completely bare. Her nipples were hard and waiting for me, so I leaned down to suck on one, rubbing my tongue over the velvety skin. Moaning, she shoved her fingers in my hair. “I think you should shower with me.”

I released her and straightened. “The shower isn’t big enough for both of us.”

In one graceful move Maggie climbed up my body and wrapped her legs around my waist, forcing me to catch her. I held her tight, my arms full of gorgeous naked woman. “There,” she said. “Now we’ll fit.”

“Are you trying to get fucked in the shower?”

Her fingers played with the ends of my hair. “Maybe.”

Dio mio, I loved this woman. “Then we need to hurry. We’ll be landing soon.”